#magdus

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Red. Red consumed his whole world., his whole being. The world was red. His vision was red. His soul was red. The mixture of blood and smoke upon his tongue was something he knew all too well, and the impossible heat that enveloped him was a warm blanket of power.

Power. So much of it. He had cbecome so strong in the past year, and so had his allies. Now they stood here, in the hall of the cultists, fear in the eyes of the men standing before him. Who wouldn’t be afraid? After all, it wasn’t every day you were to fight an Ancient Firelord, a Fire Elemental, and an Astral Nymph.

Even less often that you fought them together, in one being.

With a mighty roar, Magdus opened the pathways between himself and Kogarnda, the familiar surge of power coming to him as the elemental’s bracers appeared over his wrists, and the fire engulfed his arms. In his hands, two identical greatswords appeared, engraved with powerful runes.

Saphernion remained separate, for now, since that level of power was not needed on small fry like these. She simply needed to walk behind the wreckage of Magdus and Kogarnda’s fusion.

In a flash, the cultists were down, their mortal wounds cauterized in the same moment they received them. The smell of charred flesh permeated the room, but it couldn’t be helped.

Faster and faster they sped, leaving dead and dying in their wake, the trio an unstoppable force. Swords were melted to magma, and magic overwhelmed by raw power, leaving nothing able to compete. The heat was all-consuming, and Magdus was not even in a heightened fusion state. But not for long.

The narrow hallway opened up into a throne room, where upon the throne sat both the cult leader and the king of the realm. The man who wished to be a god.

Magdus would have none of it.

“So you came,” The man said, standing as his blackened armor hissed, sucking in the very light around him. “And you were kind enough to bring my little pet nymph.”

A laughable thought. As if Magdus would hand her over.

Saphernion,“ Magdus said, eyes flashing, "It’s time.”

With a nod, she stepped forward, lips falling across his own, her form holding for but a moment more before she became one with the two.

An explosion of power, tearing the walls down, and sending the roof flying. And when the smoke cleared, there they stood.

They could not be called Magdus, Saphernion, or Kogarnda, for they were all of them in one being. Kogarnda’s bracers had stopped levitating around their wrists, and were now fitted appropriately. His cowl of magma sat behind their head, and they saw through his eyes.

Saphernion’s speed and agility were now imparted upon the whole, and her hair adorned their head, coming down over their chest. Her grace was overshadowed by the features of the two others, but it sometimes shone through.

Their body structure remained mostly the same as Magdus’s, rippling muscles empowered by old powers. And a deadly smile crossed their face.